They say children are like sponges...they soak up everything. I always figured since I'm a stay-at-home mom, our oldest spends too much time with me. Well, one day last week I noticed how much my oldest takes in and remembers. I have already apologized to his K4 (Kindergarten for 4 year olds) teacher, who is also his Godmother, on what he may share in her class and to direct them to my husband (who teaches right across the hall from her) if she gets any complaints from parents.
Here are my top three reasons on how I know my oldest spends too much time with his daddy (not mommy). Note, this happened all in one day...
#3 - He tells me, "Don't worry about it."
I am the worrier in the family; I worry about everything. Dave worries about nothing, though is cautious when he needs to be. The quote above is Dave's favorite quote, especially when he's about to do something I'm quite unsure about, like putting on a metal roof three stories in the air, or trying to corral an overprotective mother and her new calf into a stall to keep them safe from ornery steers, or...well, the list is endless really in my eyes. So when my son voiced this quote in regards to my reaction to #2 on this list, daddy looked away when I gave him the evil eye!
#2 - He "butchered" a chicken during dinnertime.
While eating our steak dinner, I notice my oldest "cutting" his steak with a butter knife. He insists on a butter knife at every meal as he works towards being like daddy and he's learning how to use it. Since his steak was already in little pieces, I asked what he was doing. He promptly and seriously replied, "Cutting the chicken's head off." I of course was stunned and told him I didn't think this was the best time to be doing that, which prompted the quote above. Daddy turned his head so that our son couldn't see he was laughing. He's never actually witnessed the chicken processing process like I know other farm kids his age have, however, he obviously does know generally what's going on and perhaps can see a lot more than I realized from in the house to where they process across the yard.
And finally...the #1 reason - He artificially inseminated a cow.
I had my husband come in from outside to watch the boys so I could quickly get ready to go run some errands. Minutes later Dave came up the steps with some news, David artificially inseminated his first cow. Dave walked into the living room and asked our oldest innocent child what he was doing. See, Dave witnessed him putting on a pretend glove. Our son then proceeded to chase the wildebeast around the tv tray his animals were on because she was too big for the cow chute. He decided to give up on the wildebeast. He then rounded up the cow, put her in the "chute," and as he told his very shocked daddy, he "put a baby in her belly." To finish it off, he took off the pretend glove and threw in on the ground before letting the cow out of the chute. In my experience, that is exactly what his father does. I knew he didn't witness this at our house, but I had forgotten that he accompanied daddy to a neighbor's house to artificially inseminate her cows. Dave had our oldest come upstairs to tell me what he did and boy was he proud to "put a baby in her belly."
We don't have a complete understanding of how the whole baby thing works, thank goodness. I had to clarify that the baby that's in the mommy's belly does not come out of her mouth, though I was happy he didn't ask me to further explain the process. I guess that since food goes into your mouth and down into your belly, if the baby is in the belly, then it must come out the mouth, since that's where food goes?